Atonement Kindle Novels & Stories

“You speak of her like a god, not an enemy.” Ash turned her gaze on him. It was almost tender. “Because gods don’t die,” she said. “They divide.” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “And I am her second half.” The lights flickered. Static bled through the monitors. Somewhere in the cathedral above, the bells began to ring on their own. Ash smiled. “Prepare the consecration,” she said. “Tonight, we anoint a new world.” Night fell again. The cathedral courtyard had been transformed into a temple of flame iron braziers lining the steps, banners whipping in the wind. Thousands gathered below: soldiers, orphans, mercenaries, and wanderers drawn by the myth.

And then he walked out of the room with no sense of direction at all. The princess had spent all night in the library, trying to find out what she could about the Athànatoi. Had to know the enemy, she figured. She had come across a book titled 'The Athànatoi through the times,' according to the book they had lived among mortals, the only distinction was the colour of their eyes, they were red, deep bloody red. They lived among men, did everything like they did, but they only mated with their own kind. She'd gotten to the part where the book began to talk about why the Athànatoi parted with man in the first place, but those parts were in a language she didn't understand, she stewed in her fru

Information left her more confused than ever. "In my opinion, this is an angry person, he's angry you are alive" he focused on her "I know you piss people off good, but whatever did you do to this dude?" "If I had a clue I won't be here and this hasn't been much help either," she made to stand up when he said "greatest atonement for sin, life for a life. A punishment you won't escape. these words were in the second sheet, not in that order. sounded like it came from the Bible"

“This man here, Melvin Damon, son of Alpha Joharres Damon, as the goddess would have it, is my fated mate. I have known for years now but decided not to act on it but it seems I could only delay it but not deny it. It also awfully feels like this is an answer to a long-standing question, how do we end the circle of violence amongst ourselves even after I ascend the throne?” “The answer is, there is no perfect solution and the sad truth is, some of us will have to forgive the unforgivable and try to pick ourselves up from the pieces left so that peace can reign supreme. I promise you, he regrets all the pain and suffering he has caused each and every one of you and he will atone for his sins

A few students stumbled backward. The Sanctum didn’t just accept him. It roared. A wind slammed outward—not wind, magic—and all the sconces flickered to near-darkness. For a heartbeat, the ballroom was lit only by Atlas himself, standing before the Sanctum, wrapped in its molten storm. Power rippled from him in waves—not decorative, not symbolic—real. Primal. The kind that made Alphas kneel. The kind that made the gods look twice. Atlas Blackwood turned from the Sanctum.

So he pulled out his cell phone to call and check on her quick, and just to hear her voice. 2 Within the chapel’s sedate darkness, a butane utility lighter flared harshly as Aaban walked around and lit the corner candles and the incense. When he got to the pulpit, he took his time lighting each pillar in the candelabra upon the raised lectern, staring into the flames. Fire made him think of retribution, and that in turn made him think of eternity. He glanced down at Reverend Julian’s open leather-bound Bible, at its strange words. The pages appeared to be so old they might crumble at the slightest touch; Aaban had to resist the urge to feel of their antiquity beneath his fingertips. Smoky li

All he got from her was a stare that hinted nothing. They quietly carried on with their dinner until she decided to break the silence. “Atonement.” “What?” “Anyone who violates the rights of others must certainly atone for the damages or harm they did. Killing is a sin. You must atone for your sins.” “I enjoyed killing those people, yes. And perhaps it was my addiction. Addiction is an illness and not a crime.” Did he ever ask to be what he had become? He certainly did not, but couldn’t complain either. Should he be ashamed that he enjoyed every second he spent with his victims? Will shamelessly thought not.

“Why are we sitting here? Oh I spoke too soon, she does have a question. “Read page one hundred and three.” “I haven’t gotten to it.” She looks at me confused. “Please, I’m trying to see if I will want to read this book based on a random page.” “Oh.” She says opening the book to the page I requested of her. “-Beg for salvation. I did, on my knees, every night… Atone for your sins. Repent.” She begins, “ Marrying Killian and staying in this relationship was my atonement. Redemption is in the hands of the one you have wronged. Too bad for me, the man I had wronged hated me with every ounce of his being. I had come to understand that maybe, I would never find the redemption I was seeking. Not i

No one had answers for me either. Since that day, I had been made to atone for my mistakes. Every year, on James's memorial day, which was also my birthday, my parents dragged me to the cemetery and made me kneel at his grave. Now it was the eighth year, and I thought my life couldn't get any darker. Then a serial killer found me in the rain and hacked me to bits. I tried to fight back with the stun gun Robert gave me. Years ago, Robert's job pissed off some shady people. They snatched Susan and me.